NOTES: I'm posting part 2 on the heels of part 1. The idea was a one-shot for "Smut-urday" and even though Phoebe assured me this could be one long chapter/posting, I did break it up. So, this became two chapters in my head. My thought was that the tone changed which changed the cadence.

But I did aim to post both parts on the same day, regardless.

I hope this hits the mark! Thanks again, Phoebe - I appreciate the catch and advice on some tactics here. :-)

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"Steve ..." Danny tried to back up again only to rebound off the counter for a second time, hitting himself sharply in exactly the same spot. "Shit. Ow."

"Just shut the fuck up," Steve repeated as he reached out, palm open. "Do not move. Don't move." His eyes continued to be dark and unreadable as his fingers gently curved around Danny's neck. His thumb traced a soft half-circle just under his jawline. Stunned to his core, Danny's mouth gaped wide as heat spread like a plush blanket over his skin. He breathed in and felt like crying as his body swayed into the warmth of Steve's touch and if this wasn't enough, Steve's next question, his tone marked by incredulity, nearly sent Danny to his knees.

"Can I really do this?" He asked even though he continued to move, stepping even closer while cupping the side of Danny's neck. "Am I? God ... Danny. This is why you thought you had to leave?" Steve's breath seemed to falter as his free had dipped down and trembling fingers brushed the material of Danny's dress shirt aside. Calloused fingers brushed lightly over his skin.

"Steve?" Breathing heavily and trapped like a deer in headlights, Danny stood frozen in place as Steve slipped his free hand through the narrow gap of his open neckline. The heat of his fingers met Danny's dampened skin and Danny flinched, not sure he could hold his ground or prevent himself from responding as one of Steve's knees boldly nudged between his legs. "Steve?" He groaned under his breath as his cock began to thicken almost embarrassingly fast.

"Can I? Danno? Can I do this?" Steve asked again and again as he invaded Danny space, leaving him literally nowhere to go. Almost reverently, Steve tugged on the hemline of Danny's shirt. Never taking his eyes away from what he was doing, Steve freed more of the material to make room for his left hand. He moistened his lips as his right thumb ran a heated circle on Danny's chest while the fingers of his left splayed wide and strong to the small of his back, almost protectively over where Danny had just bruised himself.

"Steve?" Danny's eyes were wide as he stared into Steve's face. He shivered when Steve's thumb strayed lower and the roughness of his skin dared to stroke the hard nub of a nipple. Steve paused to look deeply into Danny's eyes as he palmed the place directly over Danny's heart. He smiled when he felt another shiver run through Danny's skin.

"You're scared to death," Steve whispered as he gently caressed that place, lingering to feel his heartbeat. He shook his head and smiled. "Don't ever be scared of me, Danno."

Swallowing hard, Danny nodded out of sheer desperation. He didn't know what else to say or do.

"So, I'm your problem ... me? Because, if you knew how long ... how long I wanted you," Steve murmured as he leaned down to kiss his lips. "You idiot." He chuckled as he mouthed kiss after kiss over Danny's chin, his lips, the soft underside of his neck. "I've had the very same ... problem." Head spinning as Steve murmured soft words of reassurance, Danny merely stood there, not even trying to return his gentle kisses. "If only you knew how long ... we're both such fools."

The kisses and soft words kept coming and Danny closed his eyes. His hands rose up to brace himself against Steve's hips. Danny could innately sense the care Steve was taking. How he was beginning to hold himself back. Nevertheless, and Danny knew it was a strange word to choose, but he felt worshipped as Steve layered kisses along his temple and cheekbone, only to finally nip more aggressively at his lips before sinking deeply into his mouth.

"If you only knew how long ... how long I've wanted to touch you like this," Steve paused between two mind-numbing kisses, his nose nuzzling along Danny's. His breath hot across his cheek.

"You stupid, stupid ass. I kissed you back, Danny. I kissed you back."

"I thought ...I thought it was ...," Danny's voice cracked as he ran his fingers through Steve's hair. "I don't know."

"What did you think? Tell me. You thought it was part of the act? A thing?" Steve interrupted him. He shook his head, his smile gentle, his expression entirely sincere. "It wasn't an act. I meant it. And to know now that you did, too?"

Danny shook himself more aware. Steve had meant it, too.

The revelation was liberating. His hands moved more boldly. He dared to meet each kiss now, his fingers rising to stroke the nape of Steve's neck. Steve murmured his approval as he leaned in closer yet to run his hands over Danny's back. He felt tears of relief prick his eyes and he argued a relieved sob which threatened to break free on the sharpness of a desperate inhale. Unable to stop himself, Danny leaned into Steve, his arms locking around Steve's back, hugging him tightly in disbelief.

For a few moments, they stood like that. Just breathing hard as they held each other tightly, asking for nothing.

"That kiss wasn't just good, Danno. It was dammed perfect," Steve said quietly over his head. "Perfect ... in every way. Look at me."

Danny obediently lifted his head to stare into Steve's face. It still felt unreal as Steve canted his head and bent down. He used his teeth to nip at Danny's bottom lip, a chuckle preceding the glide of his tongue ... this defied all logic. Charged with emotion as Steve gently released his mouth but remained so so close, Danny could feel a familiar hysterical burble building up inside his chest, wanting to come out as his spirits began to soar.

"Steven ... Steve ... Steve ...," Danny's breath was stuck in his throat as Steve pulled him closer, the hand on the small of his back strong. Their noses touched as they gently inhaled each other while their hands fumbled over skin and got stuck within the folds of their shirts. He was pulled close enough to feel the bulge in Steve's pants as further proof in case Steve's words hadn't been enough. Danny needed to touch more of Steve as he fumbled now for the button on his jeans, then the zipper, only to have his hands gently pushed away.

"Stop. Wait. Guests ... outside," Steve explained softly as his hands seemed to cover the entire breadth of Danny's ribcage. "Not yet."

With each inhale and exhale, Danny could feel each of Steve's individual fingers holding him. Gripping into him, digging deep enough to hit bone and leave marks. Tears stung Danny's eyes. He'd been willing to leave if he had to. Terrified that he'd done all the wrong things to be literally chased off the island. Now though? Steve was kissing each of his worries away. Danny hadn't anticipated this scenario at all; not once in his wildest dreams, and those dreams had certainly been possessed in their wildness in the privacy of his own home. He closed his eyes as Steve gently nuzzled the dampness off his cheek and used his thumb to wipe the rest away. The entire time whispering Danny's name, doting on him.

"Steve ... are you sure?" Danny choked out as his hands blindly came up to meet Steve's forearms. His senses were overwhelmed with all things Steveas a slow burning heat began to pool warmly in the pit of his stomach.

He should pull away ... he should be walking away.

Instead, his body had other ideas. One hand had already slipped off Steve's bicep and found his chest. The fingers of his other had wrapped around the nape of Steve's neck and, eyes still closed, Danny forfeited that internal voice. He pulled Steve closer until there was no space between them at all. He rested his forehead against Steve's broad chest in a total daze as Steve's knee nudged harder between his legs.

"Am I sure?" Steve murmured in amusement as he purposefully applied more pressure until Danny grunted. Another devilish push had Danny automatically rubbing back against Steve's knee to create even more friction. "Jesus Christ, Danny ... am I sure? I need to get rid of them ..."

How the hell had Danny missed this, all this time?

"Yeah. You heard me ... it's a fair question," Danny mumbled stupidly as Steve grinned into his flushed face. "Isn't it?" He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time as Steve pressed into him so he could feel the bulge as proof.

"I've never been so sure about anything in my life," Steve murmured. He cupped Danny's face between his hands, lifting his knee even harder, encouraging Danny to rut against his knee. "You're a fool, Daniel. But if you're a fool, then I'm one, too. Because it was me ... I was afraid to say anything and it took a dammed undercover op to kick us both in the ass. My God, I really need to get them all the hell out of here."

"Yeah, you do!" Danny nearly laughed out loud. A sound that would have been a mix of abject relief and giddiness. But a shout from the lanai had his eyes widening. Their guests were still there. They'd be missed and soon. This wasn't exactly the best time for such honesty. Then again, kissing his partner as a semi-last resort in the middle of an international op with their peers in attendance hadn't entirely been Danny's best Hail Mary.

Except as their ardor grew, maybe it had been.

"Stop. You're right. We have to stop," Danny said as he tried to pull away.

"Shhh," Steve murmured. "I got you." Eyes full of lust, Steve put his finger to Danny's lips before he leaned down, replacing that finger with teeth and tongue. Nipping and sucking Danny's mouth into a bruising kiss, he pulled back just as Danny rose up higher on his toes.

"People?" Danny asked, blinking back a bit of a fugue from his mind. "Yeah ... people ... we can't ..."

"I'll get rid of them," Steve said as Danny practically whined out his conflicted disappointment. "I got a plan. Lou. He'll deal with them. Do not move. I'll be back."

He left Danny in a rush then. Head reeling and wondering what the hell just happened, Danny palmed himself through his pants as Steve ran from the kitchen. He had to pull himself together. He knew he should, too. This was his house after all. He was the host. Danny didn't move though. It was as if his feet were mired to the tiled floor, his back to the counter. Voices came and went. Car doors slammed. Danny couldn't imagine the back-flips, lies, stories or whatever it was Steve had told them to get them to leave.

But leave they did.

When Steve re-entered the kitchen after the last car door slammed closed in the drive, he was breathless, his eyes large and glassy. He burst through the doorway and then stumbled to a halt seemingly shocked to find Danny exactly where he'd left him.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Danny automatically breathed back. They stared at each other spellbound, uncertain all over again, until Steve strode forward, the earlier gentleness suddenly gone. Danny was ready for him. Hunger and lust won out as they crashed together hard enough to send Danny into a peal of nervous laughter.

"Easy there, sailor," Danny said as Steve's fingernails raked deliciously across his back.

"No," Steve growled through his teeth as he nipped at Danny's lips, all aggression and want. Danny groaned into Steve's mouth as his partner all but ripped the shirt off his body and lewdly pulled Danny forward to straddle his knee. He pushed harder, intentionally rocking his knee up harder. Danny grunted and responded automatically by using his hips in an eager dip and dive, seeking the delicious burn of friction. Rutting strongly into Steve's thigh.

Shirt be dammed, Danny thought as he finally crushed his bare chest against Steve's. He wanted so much more though as he eagerly resumed his attack on Steve's jeans, this time with more success. But Steve was after his too and Danny laughed as they both got mired with material which bunched up around their knees, then their ankles.

Kicking and stepping on whatever they could, it didn't take long for each to be left in almost ... and Danny grinned. Loopy and already breathing hard, he looked down and then laughed out loud. Steve had much less to contend with.

"Figures," he chuckled as heat pooled between his loins. "Commando or Commander?"

"It's more efficient for both," Steve grinned back as he stuck his thumbs inside the waistband to Danny's boxer-briefs. He pulled down, licking his lips and then smiling lasciviously at the ample bulge under Danny's briefs. "Purple? I thought socks were your only kink," he said as he began to tug the delightfully colorful material down.

"And... ties," Danny hummed happily as he mouthed and laved a hot moist line along Steve's neck. He laughed as that simple act rocked Steve to a breathless stop, his thumbs still stuck in his briefs, which were suddenly low around his thighs. But then he was gasping as Steve gave his dick a long, languid pull.

"How about cuffs?" Steve teased him back. "Or, is that too soon?"

Danny's smile melted from his face and he shook his head. "Nothing's too soon," he said in all seriousness. "We were almost too late."

"You're right about that," Steve replied softly as he carded his fingers roughly through Danny's hair, relishing the sheer fact that he could. For the first time, his hands got tangled in the usually perfect strands which he fisted tightly before tugging Danny's head back. He hummed his pleasure as he ducked down to keep Danny's mouth trapped, nearly drowning him in kiss after kiss. Off balance, Danny brought his hands to Steve's shoulders, responding to each kiss with an ardent show of force. A competition of sorts began as they tugged at each other, fighting to out-do the other. Danny grinned into Steve's mouth as he palmed Steve in kind, mimicking that long pull. No longer embarrassed or worried, what they were doing felt right in every way imaginable. And yet part of Danny's brain was warning him that this bubble was merely temporary and that it was going to burst. So, he was more than a bit worried when Steve stopped, cradled his face between his hands and demanded he do something he at first, didn't understand.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"Take it back," Steve demanded. "Take what you said back and promise me that you will never - and I mean never - say it again."

"Take what back?" Danny asked, perplexed and worried. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what he'd said wrong. Something which made Steve actually angry. "I only said that I loved you ... and I do."

"Not that. That part about leaving the team," Steve replied. "That you would ever leave me. What the hell were you thinking?"

Steve's plea was so earnest, that Danny couldn't even tease him about it. His answer was simple, open and honest. "No," he breathed out. "I won't. You know that I won't. Especially ...now."

"Good. Don't ever say anything like that again. Ever," Steve demanded. "Because ... I love you, too, Danno."

"I was afraid," Danny's voice faltered. "I was ... afraid that I'd screwed up everything. That's what I do, right?" He tried to laugh and failed terribly. "I screw up."

"No. You don't screw up," Steve breathed out as he squeezed Danny's hand. "You don't ... it's not you ... you're the only constant. Sometimes you just tilt at windmills."

"Windmills?" Danny choked out a half-sob as Steve planted a playful kiss on the bridge of his nose. His emotions wavered as Steve's eyes darkened.

"No more fear," Steve whispered. "No more blame. We're each other's constant. Together, we're the only thing that's not screwed up; don't you see that? We're not going to let this go anymore." He pressed his finger against Danny's lips before he could think of anything to say, his eyes never leaving Danny's face as he sunk to his knees, that same finger tracing a sharp vertical line from his lips, down his chin. His fingernail scratched erotically over the dip in Danny's throat and then down the center of his chest, a hot white line that divided Danny in half.

His other hand cupped Danny's erection, his fingers warm and strong. With one final look into Danny's eyes, Steve dropped his head and without preamble, inhaled the tip of Danny's cock into the heat of his mouth. He closed his lips around the head before taking more of him into his mouth and began to steadily suck.

"Jesus ... Steve," Danny hissed over his teeth. "Warn a guy." His sharp inhale of surprise was audible as he desperately clutched at Steve's shoulders. "Are we gonna do this here?" He barely got the words out. His voice sounded strangled and he fought an urge to thrust forward. His knees sagged as that moist heat increased tenfold, an antithesis to the chills prickling his skin. He closed his eyes, threw his head back as emotion and lust surged through him. His next breath caught in his throat when he looked down, muscles like liquid gold, hands now mired in the thick of Steve's hair.

Their eyes met, pupils blown and Danny choked as Steve grinned up at him from his knees, saliva pooling in the corners of his mouth. He sucked harder, his cheeks obscenely hollowed out. His gaze dropping back to the task at hand, his expression blissful even as his own erection bobbed between them, woefully neglected.

"S-steve ... close ... close," he was on the verge and Danny bit his lip, drawing a bead of blood in vain as his control fled. He cursed as he arched into the tongue attacking his throbbing member. The skilled fingers which gently swirled over his balls. He bucked uncontrollably then, making Steve gag. Vaguely aware that Steve had his hands on his thighs to hold him in place. Trapped between the counter and the unrelenting heat of Steve's mouth, Danny felt the edge building and gasped out loud. That garbled noise became a keen as he climaxed, seeing stars and barely aware that Steve had pulled off but was continuing to fondle and stroke him with spit-laden hands.

Danny wavered as his knees folded and he all but collapsed, his head finding the curve of Steve's shoulder. Velvet lips dragged across Danny's skin as the targeted assault continued, Steve humming and smiling the entire time.

"Down." His senses rolled on wave after wave of pleasure as Steve leaned into him to push him backwards onto the kitchen floor, damp skin sliding. Danny groaned as Steve latched onto a nipple, teasing and massaging with his tongue. He couldn't possibly come again so soon but Steve seemed to think otherwise; as did Danny's dick which was trying to make a half-hearted attempt at rallying.

"My partner's fucking hot," Steve murmured brokenly, half-laughing as Danny bucked back up into him. Steve was going to kill him at this rate and yet Danny, giggled. Steve was proving a point to him even if by then, it was far from necessary.

"Gah," Danny choked out as his hands clenched around Steve's biceps, his nails digging in painfully tight. He was in a haze but not up for complaining. His mind swirled as he panted under Steve's comforting weight. Draped across him, heavy and comforting, his arousal was still stiff along Danny's bare thigh.

"Fucking hot," Steve said again as he adjusted his position and rutted purposefully into Danny. But it was Danny who reached down to take him in hand. His grip tightened around Steve's dick and he squeezed before he gave him a harder pull, changing the tide, causing Steve to grunt wantonly. He grinned as Steve arched his back, thrusting forward, his hands propped on the floor, on either side of Danny's shoulders.

"Feel good babe?" Danny asked when Steve's breath juddered in his throat, his forearms holding a subtle tremor.

"More," Steve muttered hoarsely. "Harder ... yeah. Like that ... soon, Danny ... yeah."

"Fucking Neanderthal," Danny teased as he spat into both hands and picked up his pace when Steve groaned through a curse. He leaned up just as Steve's eyes closed, his lips parted in a discordant pant. He bit at Steve's mouth when he heard Steve murmur his name and then sucked at his bottom lip, worrying at the sensitive skin. All the while, working with the awkward angle to jerk Steve off as the man rocked forward still wanting even more. Within seconds, Steve's cock was pulsing in his hand and his cum was threading across Danny's abdomen and chest.

"Fucking ... hot," Steve mumbled as he dropped his sweaty forehead to Danny's.

Still in a haze, Danny's eyes were heavy-lidded even as he lazily ran his fingers over both their sensitive lengths, twirling them almost languidly higher up through the combined stickiness matted between their bodies. Steve gently rolled his hips, enjoying the feather-light feeling of his touch. He gazed upwards, unable to focus on any single part of Steve's face for their closeness. Tanned skin merged into a fuzzy outline of color and light as Danny gave up and closed his eyes too. He smiled to himself as Steve blindly kissed his cheeks, his nose and then lazily rediscovered his mouth.

Danny hummed in contentment as Steve slid listlessly to the side and yet took Danny with him, tucked inside his arms. Legs entwined, Danny breathed Steve's scent in. He traced the ridges of Steve's muscled abdomen much as he'd done that day during the Op when he'd accidentally forgotten himself. His hand wandered higher still across sweat-streaked skin as they lay on his kitchen floor in the middle of a late Hawaiian afternoon, naked, filthy and sated. He'd hated himself for what he'd done for days on end. He'd thought the bottom had fallen out. He'd never assumed that Steve might have felt the same way. Not once.

"I thought I'd screwed up," Danny murmured, still a bit disbelieving of what had just happened even though Steve was tucking him closer. He stared at the sunlight dappling their legs as it streamed through the kitchen window, shifting as a slight wind stirred the leaves of a tree outside.

"We're the only thing not screwed up," Steve replied softly, shivering under the pads of Danny's fingertips as he stroked lazy circles across his chest. "Us. Together. You're my constant. Don't you forget that. Ever."

~ End. ~